Rant: 311's "Beautiful Disaster," the lyrical equivalent of a sweaty sock

A mentally disturbed cretin appears to be stalking me. For the past few days, the moment I jump in my car I notice this yahoo following me, tormenting me with the most foolish words I've ever heard. This omnipresent plague of humanity is none other than the 311 song "Beautiful Disaster." In an age when people can use their thoughts to change a TV channel and french fry oil can power a car, I don't understand how human intelligence could rubberstamp a song with lyrics as inane as 311's "Beautiful Disaster" for airplay. San Francisco modern rock station Live 105 plays it at least 105 times a day, seemingly every time I'm tuned in. It was originally released a decade ago. Hasn't enough music, good music, been released in the last 10 years to prevent this drivel from creeping onto the airwaves? Now, I acknowledge that much of what's on the radio is crap; but this song is pure scum, startling enough to merit an entire blog posting. While most of the lyrics are pukeworthy, a few phrases especially make me want to stab my eyes out with hot pokers, both because of their content and their delivery. For example: "I try to be not like that/but some people really suck." First of all, "I try to be not like that" doesn't make any sense. It's a gross defection from grammar and the English language, and isn't sung in a cool enough way to justify its glaring heresy. And please -the artistic freedom defense doesn't hold up here. I don't think "some people really suck," will ever masquerade within the realm of lyrical poetry. Check out what pops up in the final verse: "I try to be not like this/but i thought I'd make a good song." Brotha, whatchu doin'?!? You don't reference your thought process on songwriting within the song itself. Save it for another platform, buddy. But besides the asinine lyrics, lead singer Nick Hexum, who wrote this abomination, stretches out the last syllable in each line of verse to fit the music: "I might do that stuff if/it didn't make me feel like shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." It's maddening! Just as he strains to sing the damn song, we the listeners must also strain to not stick aforementioned hot pokers into our ears as well. Answer me this: How did these lyrics sneak past so many checks and balances - other band members, producers, radio station personnel - and be deemed fit enough for mass consumption? Granted, I don't expect much from either 311 or FM radio. But how long must we put up with this garbage? What is it still doing on the radio today? Devolution is alive and kicking in '08.